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The Next Generation "James shouldn't you being doing your homework?" Harry asked his son, as he was sprinting out the door with his broomstick. James came to a halt. "But dad, I was going to play Quiddich with Al!" He protested. Harry sighed. "Alright just one game though; you still have that essay to do on Mandrakes for NevilleI mean Professor Longbottom." "Yeah, I'll get around to it!" James yelled, as he ran out to the yard. Harry watched them from the window. James was tossing golf balls to Albus, who flew around to catch them. It reminded him of his very first practice with Oliver Wood. "They certainly have inherited our Quiddich skills," Ginny murmured from behind. Harry turned around and smiled. "And my procrastination." *
Into the ComaJocelyn Fray was sitting on the sofa sketching a little doodle. She did this when she was stressed, and right now that was hardly the word for her anxiety. She knew Clary would take their "vacation" badly. But what else could she do? She had to keep her safe from Valentine, and the immortal world. Lucian had been reluctant to her plan though. But he trusted her, because he loved her.She got up and sighed. Time to finish packing. Clary was coming whether she liked it or not. Jocelyn walked slowly down the hallway, and paused. Something's wrong her instincts told her. She always payed attention to her instincts, you have to when you're a shadowhunter. Or an ex-shadowhunter. She heard a loud crash that made her jump about a mile, and her heart skyrocketed. She ran into the living room and found herself facing a huge ravener demon. Shit! Not now. She knew it was coming. Instantly she ran into the bedroom and unlocked her safe. Inside was the potion she kept that caused her to go into a na